H-He came back...

H E

Anty felt betrayed but, He couldn't blame the other one... He tried his best to get loose from the tight grip on his Neck, He was struggling the much he could and tryed even to bite Anti's hands to get away. Anti picked up the knife with his free hand and growled at the other, shoving it close to Anty's face "̸T͞ry̷̸̛ ̧́t̨̀͝' ̸̛́b͘͏i͠t̸e ̴̧m҉̶͡e͠ ̡͞a͏g̴͟͜a̕i҉̛n̡̡͢ ͜a͞ņ̨̢d́ ̴͡҉I̛͏'͢͢͠l̡l ̵slį͢ţ̛͝ ̨y̧͞e̷r ̵pr̶̸̶e̡t̢͟͝t͠y̸ ̕̕li͢tt̷̸l̴͟e ̴͡͏t̷̵h́̕͡r̢oa̶̡t͘͡.͝.̸̨̛.͏ ́͢è͡v̛͞͝e̷͠n ̶m̀or͠͝e̵ s̶̵o̡͠ ͜t̛h҉̡͟an̨ mi̴̡͠n̷̴͜e̕͏~̴" He tilted his head up revealing his own neck which had tons of blood dripping down from it, he sneered at the other, licking his lips suddenly "͟Or̸̢.̕.̀́͟..̡͏ I ͝c͢͡ouļ̵̀d͜ ̨͢j̷͜u͡sţ ̧͝ć̸͘a̕ŗv͜e҉ ̢͏m'͢ n̵a͟ḿe͏̀ ́i̢̛ņ͢t̴̢͟o͜͠ ̴́yeŕ́ ͢͝p̨r͏e̶̴͢t̶t̛̛ỳ͞ ̨̀s͏͘͢k͟͞iǹ͝.͘͜..͏" His head twitched suddenly, his voice going back to normal for only a split second "̵̷̡K͡i̧̛͘t̡t̨en.͟͡.̨.̸̡.҉͠ ͟͝Ỳ̡̨' ̷̨́s̸ho̢u͡ĺ͘͟d̛ǹ̕'̕͘t̷́ '̛à͜͏v̡e͞ ̴c͏̕͝am̛è͞ ̷҉'̢͞e̵͜ŕ̶͜e͢͞.̸̧̡.̀̕͢.̴̶͡ ͏͞͝I͠'̧m̧ ͝ś̶o̷r̸͘͝r̨y ̀͢fęr̕͠ ͝e̸͟͝v̨er̢̕͘ý̡t̶͞h̵́i҉̕͝ng͟͝.̢.̨.͟" He growled suddenly, having an irritated look on his face now "̸H E ͜͝n̨e҉́͢éd̡͢s ͡͏̨t͟'̵̷́ ̛͠k̡͜e̴e͜͠͠p͢ ̴͢͡h́i͢͜͠ś͠ m̵̕o͡u͡t͝h ̢S͘͞ ̨̡H͘͜ U ̶͝T.͢͏͞.̷.̛͞ ҉͟W͞ ̧h ́͝y͠҉.̕͟͡.̷.̡͟.̡͟ ͞Wh̵̴y̡͞ ̡́wo̢n̕'̶t̶̡̕ th͟' ͟͟fu͘͝͞c͜͡͞k̷͞e̢͢ŕ͝͞ ̢g̀i͏v̷̧é̡̕ ̷̨u͡ṕ͏?̷̵͡.̀.̸̢.́̕" He looked at Anty, tightening his grip even more, applying as much pressure as he could "́I͘'ḿ̛ ́҉̢t͢͞hr̀͜͡ơ͢u̧g̡̕̕h̴ ̕p͠͞͏l̛͠a͏̡̛y̕i͟҉n͡g̵͘ ҉̸t͠h͘͡es͏e͝͞ ̡G ͞A͞͝ M ͏͠E̛ ̧̡S̀҉̀.̨.̛́҉.̛ ̵̕N̶͟ó̴w͠,͝ ̸b͞e҉̀ ̴͢҉ą ̵̛g̷̴̢o̵͘o̧d̨ ̧͏ķ̴͡í̵̕t̛t͜y҉ ͢a͡n͟͞d̨́͡ ̸́͞s̸l͜͡e̡҉̶e͢p̷̧.͘͡.̕͡.̡ ̶S̛l̡̢e͝è̕p ̶͝f̨ę̶͘rȩ͞v̶͜e͘r.́.̷͞.̷͞" Anty still didn't give up, kicking the other one in the stomach. He coughed and trying so hard for air. He struggled even more, shaking.  Anti sneered when he got kicked, it seemed like it had barely affected him "̧̀G͢o͠ ̢̕ah͟e͞a̷͞d̡,̷̧́ ҉̴k̀͘͏ì̴c͟͟͡k͢ ̸̢͝m҉ȩ, b̛į͘͢t̢͡e͞ ̶́͘m̵͜e͜.͡͝.̷. ̧͘N̴҉̷o͝͠w̛͟ ̶̕͟ţ͞͡h̨͟͝a͜͟͝t I͟ ̀͡t̵̸̢h̢̧͡i͝҉̵ņ̡k͡ ҉̧͢a̵̢͝b͏͝o̶͟u̸͠t̸̨ ͜͞i͏t͟,͏̡͢ ̶̕y̶è̴̴r͘͞ o͝n̛l͟ỳ̶̨ ̴͏h̷̀ùrt͏i̕͟n̴͡g̨͘͏ ͟y̶ę͞r͝ ̛d͡a̛͢d̷d̶y̕ ҉i̵ǹ͜͏ ̷̡r̡̀et̨u҉̕͝r̛n̢͝ ҉͢k̶̕̕i̶tt̢͢en̵̡͜~̷ ̀͠҉T̷̵h͞ą͟҉t́'͟s̵ ̸̨͝a̵͢͢l̸̸l͞ ̢̕̕ye͘͏r̵ ҉doi͘͟n͝ģ,̕͠ ̷̶̛t͝h̶̢e͘ ͡m͠҉͞ó̴r̵͜e ̸̧̕d͜am҉͏á͡gȩ̴ ̵̴͟y̵͜a̵͠ ̴͟d͏o͜͠.͜.͠͞. ͏t̨͝he͢ ̢͟m̡o̷r͏҉e͠ ̴͏W ͝E͡ ̶̡͏ca̷̕͡n̶͢ ́h̢͡e͞a̶͟r̸͘ ͝ḩ̷̡i͏m̀͞ S̸͝͝ ̨̕C̵͠ R̸ ̛̀E̷̡ ̨A͟ ̴́Ḿ̕.̴̢͘."He cackled loudly, grasping the other's one throat tighter, having a death-grip on the other's neck, he stared into Anty's eyes, his own black-ones filled with murderous intent, he wanted to watch the other's life drain from they're eyes, well, T H E Y did anyways... Anti couldn't fight anymore, the voices had taken him and turned him into a monster all over again, he was powerless to stop them, as much as he wanted to he just C O U L D N ' T... Anty squireted (Why does this sound weird xd) his eyes and placed his hands on the other ones. "Y-Yo..u...can..d-d...o anyth...ing..you w-want...with m-m...e" He kept his head down, trying to keep some air left. Anti froze at those words, his grip loosening suddenly as he stared at the other for a moment "͘͜͞. .̧͢ ̴̛.̀ ̸̢A ̨n̢̡ ͜͢y̧ t͏ ̵͜h́ ͢͞i ̡ǹ͏ ͘͠g̶͟?͏" He slowly set the other on the ground, still keeping a hold on Anty's neck, not wanting to just let him flee "҉I̵͜ ͏c͏a͏n͢͢͞ ͝҉d͞o ̴̶̧a̸͢n͞ỳ̵͡t̷͠͠h͟in̴̨̛ģ̧͠ ̴̸I̶ ̢͝wà҉͞n͘t͠ w͝͝i̴͘t'̡͞͠c̕h̷̛̀a̸?̕͢ ̢T̸̢͝h̵a̸͟'́҉s̕͟͡ ͜͞ẁ̧͡ha̢t̵͡'ch̕͠a͠ ҉͠j͏u͜҉̡s̢͢t s̢áid̵,̨̡ ͘͜r̶ ͏į̶͟ ͞g h ̡t̸?͝" He wanted to be sure he heard the boy's words right, he stared at him, those cruel black eyes could practically pierce the soul. Anty nod, taking big breaths. He still placed his hands on the other one's hands, fearing what's gonna happen next. The boy slid his tongue out to make it cool(d)er. A grin was stretched out halfway across Anti's face as he giggled maniacally, his head twitching violently suddenly "I̡͞ ̛͝k̢n͏̴̧o͟ẃ͢͢ ̴͢E͜͡ ̸̵̢X̶́͟ ̨À̕ ̢͢C̴ ͢͜T҉͢ L̷̷͝ Y̴ ͢͞w̛h̸̛̀at̛͟ ̡t̴̸'̴ ̸d̴͝ơ͡ ͜͡wi̕͏t'̸c͢͜h̡a̸͡ ̴͝l̀҉it̵t̸̴l҉̧e ̷̨k̨̀͜i҉͏̨t̸t̵́en̵.͡.̢.̶̕ ̀͡Y̸͘ȩ̀r ̵g̷͡ò͞i̛ņ̴'̢ ͘t̵͏a͜ ͏͏be m̀͢'͟͞ P̷ ̸U͡ ́̀P ̷̴P̧͠͞ ̀͞͠E ͘͠T̶͜.̵͜.̴.̡ ̢̀Y̸ȩŕ̶ ̸́g҉̶̛ơn̸͟n͏̢á͘ b̷̧e̷̛ ̛̛͟a̸ ͡g̵͘o̸͘o͘͜d ̧lį̛̛t̛̛ţ́l̡͢͡e̴͟ ҉̕p̸̀u̧͟p̵͝p̡e̢͞t̶͜ ̸͜an'͏ ̀͘͜N̡̡ ̸̛O ͏T͞ ̸̨ģ̨et͟͏́ ̛͢i̶̶̢n̵ m̸͘'͘͞ ̡͘w̵̢a͝y͟҉̵.̵.͝͝.̨͢͠ ̕͡I͡f̀͜ ́̕y͜a̸̛ ̶́͢do̶ ̵͟g̨͘et̶̶ i̵͟n̶ ͠͞m̶' ͘͡͝w҉̷a̢̢y͠,̸ ̧I̶̡͘ ͏̸w̷͘i̢ļ͘͡l̡͞ K̵͠ ̧̛͟I̸̴ ̢Ļ͘͝ ͢L̴̕͜ ̀͞y҉̴҉o͏̢̨ừ͠,̀ ͟͡u̷nd̨̛̀e̸̸r̕s̸͢t̸o͢͝o͟ḑ͘?" He growled, his tone was enough to prove that he meant business here, his knife gripped tightly in one hand, the other hand was still around the other's throat but not squeezing anymore, he simply waited for the boy's response. "U-Uh...Y-Ye..s??" He nod, being scared for his life but, also getting slight traumatized. He tryed to get his grip of his neck Which, failed. Anti chuckled and released his grip from the boy's neck finally, petting his hair and cooing to himself softly "͢҉̵Ǵ́o̵͞o̸͡d ̶͝b̢o̢y~̀͝ ̷̢M̧áy͘be͞ ̷͜͠i̡f̴ y͜ę͟r̴̨ ̨a̶ ̕͡go͏͠ò͡d̀ p͝ư̷͘p̢pet͡͏͝ ̸lìk͡e ̸҉y̴͝e̵'͜͜ ̵͜s͘à̡y ͜you̢'̷l̢̨͡l̨͡ ̢̕͠b̸͏́e̴͞ ̴͞҉I̸͜ ̡̨m̴͘͜i̵̢ǵ̷͠h̨̛t̷ ͡g͝i͞v͝e̷̛͘ ͠y̨a̴͢͞ ͢͟͡a ̶̸re̴w͘a̷̸͘r̨̕͡d~͏" There it was again, that sickly sweet tone that dripped poison, he kept his cold gaze fixated on the smaller male "̨͠D̸͝o͏ ͢ý͟'҉̵̶ ̴kńo̷w̸ ҉̶͠w̵h́͏ą͜t͞ ̸̧́a ̴̢͠p͘up̕pe̕t̕͢ ͢͜i̵̸͜s҉ ̵an̸͠'̕͢ ͡wh̵at ̶҉ó̡n͘é̷̡ ̴̶͞d̡ơ̷es̸?̷̛́~̕ ̷͢͡Or̸̨ ̶̧͟s̶͞h͝o̧͢u̡l͜͠d͝͡ ̛͠I̷̕ ̀́͏e̴x̵̧p̸͢͡l͜ain̷̢͡ ͘t̸h̛i̢͘͢s͘͟ ţ̴'̀ ͟ya?҉~"  Anty rubbed his neck and nod. He misses his REAL daddy, "i-I know t-that d-Daddy.... N-No explaining n-needed!" He forced himself to smile Which, sticked to him like a mask,crying. Anti's grin widened at his words, his head twitched again and his body continued to glitch out "͢A̡h͢,͟ ̸̕su҉̛c͝h̵ ͞a̸̢ ̶g͡ǫ͝o͠͞d̀ ̶l̨͢i̴t̵̶t̸̶l͘͢e̢ ṕet.̷͘.̡͢͞.̵̵ ̶͢No̢̡w͞,͜͠ ͡b̀̕͘e̶͠ ̕a ̷g̡o̷o̷̶d ҉b̡o̕y̛͠,̛ ̸a̧͝n̢͞ḑ ̧g̢ơ̧͜.͢͝.͢͢͞.͞ ̛́͞S̡҉ṕr̨e͢͝a͏͝͞d́ ̶͢ţ̴h̵e w̶oŕ͏d, s̡͢p̷̢͞r̛e͟a͏d҉ ̕͜͏t̷h͘e҉̕ ̕w̛͟͡o͢r̷̡d̶͘ ̨̕͞ą̕͟b̶͠oų̧҉t͘͝ ̴̶͡m̸̀͟e҉̸̢.͏̕ I̵̴̧'̡̕m̨̀͞ ͟͞g̸o͏͘͏n̨̢n̶̛a͡҉̢ ̨u̵s̶̴e ̢y͝' ͜͝t̛͘͡'̵̛͠ s̨̛c̀a̷͞r͘҉e͠ E͜ ̛V͏͜͝ ̡͡E̛ ̸̧͢R̶̢ ̕͠Y̴̕͡ ͜҉́O̶͞ Ņ̶ ̡͝E.͢.̵̕͡.̀ ̷͏G̨ò ͝s̸̷h̷o̸ẃ͜͡ t̛h̴̕es̸̀é͜͝ ̨͞͏p̢͠a̡t̴̢h̴̛ȩ̶t̶̕i҉̴̕c̶̡ ̸͢͟a͞҉n̵̛d͟ ͜ņ̀͟aiv̀͢͡e͟ ͢l̷̕í̧tt̴le͜ ̢c̡͠r̶è͡at̶͢͡ú̧r̶̀e̷s͝ ͡w͝h̸o͘ ҉͢oẁ̷ǹs̨̢҉ ͠y̛͘ou, ̨̛̕wh̵ò ̕͏C͘ ̀̕O ͜N̴ T̕͢ ͢R̨͢ ̧̀O͡͡ ҉L̵̡ S̀ ̡y̴̸҉o͏u͏,̀ ́n̢̡o͡҉w͏҉,̴͢ ͢҉g̶͢e҉t͠͝ ̀͝o͞͡u̸t̛͢͢ ̢̢̛o̵͟f̛ ̶̨͞m̢'͏̸ ҉̧͡s̸i̷g̸͞h͜t" Anty backed away.. "B-but how? " He was planning on fleeing but, too scared to actually do it... Anti sighed, glaring at the boy "I̧ ͡ţh̨o̸͟u͜g̕h̕t̵̴͘ ̸͠y̡'̶͞ ̨͢ś̶̢a͏i͝d̷͠͝ ̵̷y̵҉͘e̶͝ ͟k͏̛n̶̢e̵̶w̷̨ ͘͡w͝hat̵̡ ͢b̸̡ein̛g̸͟ ͢ą̀ ͏p̵̢u͜͠p̴̕p̀ȩt ҉̶̢w̷͘a̧͜s̷.̢̢͜.̵̡̛. ̸O̴͠h ͏̢ẃ̶e̶̷͝l͘͠͡l̨, ͘̕l͘͜o̵̴o̢͟͡k̵,̀ ̛y҉' ̴g̵͜ò̶́ ̴̸à͘͡rơu̶͟͟n͘͡͏d̛͡͞ ̸̨t̶ơ͝͞ ͠w͟h͘͝at̡͠͝èv̵͝e̕r ͞p͜a̴̢͡t̀͠͠h͠҉et̢͟i͢͢͜c̵ ̨l̢i̧t̴̕͢t̕͢ĺ̵̵e͏̛ c̡͟͟r̸̢e̶ą͜tu͠r̨e̡̕s̀͜͠ ơ͝r a͞͏s̕ ̡͝s̨̀͡om̢e͝ ̀͟c҉a̷̢͜lĺ̛ ҉́ę̨m͠,̴̷ ͜h ̴͘u̴̡͟ ͟m҉ ̷̡̛a ͏̢͞n̸̶̨ ͟ş̶͞.̴͟.͟͝.́͡ ̨̛A̶n̶҉̀d͠ ş̴ṕ̴rea͜d̛̀ ̨͞t̡͢͢h̵̢e ̕͢͟w̕͜o͝r̴d̢̧҉ ͜of m̢é,̶̵ ́b̷̢͜ę̵͠ ̶͘ćr҉y̷̷ṕ͜t̛͏i͞c̶̶̵,͏ ̴b͝e̷̵ ̧̡́ş̕͟ c ̕à̶̵ r̷͝ ̨̕͞y̧͡..̨.͜͠ ҉K͡͠e̵e҉p͢ ̢͜͢t̶he҉͜͝m̛͡͝ ̧̛͝g͞ue̢͠ss̡͞͡i̶n̕͡g̸̨̧,͟ ̷ma̵͝ke͞ th҉̕e̴̕m ҉̕͠f̛͘͝ ̀e̕͟ ́a̡ ҉͟r̴͟ ̕f̴̡̢ ̢̛u̵ ̵͠l̨̕͡.͜.̢.͘͟.̸ ҉̵͜Do̡ ̸̷I̢̨̢ ̨m̴̧a̶̧ḱe̡ ̨͟m̴̵y̴̶͝se͡l̶̀́f͘͘ ͜c͘͟l̷e̷͏a̡r̕?͏" Anty nod, trying to avoid eye contact and rushing down to the door out of the room, sitting down at the rest of the wall, crying and thinking how to make things right..he got something...get an knife, open Anti's neck's wound...And, let the bad things out..(was this a right choice? find more about it later..)..  Anty got things ready and walked inside the nearing kitchen, having a plan... opening the wound... of the others neck... His smile got wider and giggled softly.

Ready for the betray...